Posts Tagged ‘Health Care’

Yelping Mr. Trump

May 18, 2017

Reince Prebius woke early and got to bathroom and plopped down to
relieve himself before anyone else in his family woke.  While sitting
on the commode, Reince scrolled through dozens and dozens of negative
Yelp reviews attached to President Trump.  It was explained to the
president that the people who run Yelp, had a love affair with the
previous president.  It was no mistake that Obama had 4 ½ stars and
that Trump stood at ½ of one star.  Reince, Ivanka and his son-in-law
Jared Kushner all tried to convince the president to ignore the fact
that all the negative reviews were readily available for the public to
read and that the positive ones were hidden from view.  What was the
reason for so many positive reviews hidden from sight?  The positive
reviewers were new to Yelp and to the political arena and so their
point of views were not taken into serious consideration.  The
president spent all day working, occasionally taking time to eat some
ice cream or play Golf a little, but mostly studying political shows,
reading papers, getting briefs and meetings after meetings.  Most
people’s heads would explode by the fact that at all hours of the day,
there were several things going on at once.  Picture a plumber fixing
a leaking pipe and with each repair, two or three more leaks surface.
A weaker person would rationalize that maybe someone else should do
the plumbing and beat their head against the wall trying to repair
only to be mired in a sloppy mess.  Late night when everyone or at
least most people were sleeping, the president would read up on his
Yelp reviews and would rebut in the wee hours of the morning.

I DIDN’T VOTE FOR THE PRESIDENT AND REALLY ANYONE THAT DID IS A
COMPLETE BACKWARD IDIOT.  IT’S PLAIN TO SEE THAT THIS MAN IS A PUPPET
OF THE RUSSIANS.  OUR ELECTION HAS BEEN HACKED BY THE RUSSIANS AND THE
CABINET HAS BEEN FILLED WITH LAP DOGS FOR PUTIN.  IT’S OBVIOUS TO
EVERYONE THAT THIS IS ANOTHER WATERGATE- RACHEL, WASHINGTON D.C.

IS THIS THE SAME RACHEL FROM MSNBC?  IS IT?  LET’S JUST SAY IT COULD
BE.  HACK?  YOU WANNA USE THE WORD HACK.  THE ENTIRE PRESS OF THE
COUNTRY SAVE VERY FEW OUTLETS IS RUN BY LYING, SLAVENLY HACKS WHO PASS
OF THEIR OWN AGENDA FOR NEWS.  COLLUSION?  ABSOLUTELY.  THE DNC,
CLINTONS, OBAMA, RICE, COMEY, CLAPPER, SLAPPER, BEATER AND WHACKER…
HAVE I LEFT ANYONE OUT IN THIS CIRCLE JERKING GOLDEN SHOWER OF HITS?
YOU GIVE ME ONE STAR?  I GIVE YOU A SINGLE FINGER SALUT.

Reince continued to sit on the toilet, toes tingling and his butt
cheeks nearly asleep as he scrolled over dozens of replies to negative
comments written nearly anonymously to the public.  Reince knew it was
cowardly and hard to combat.  Reince’s opinion was just to ignore it
all and go about the business of trying to fix the immense issues of
this country.

AFTER THERAPY AND LOOKING FOR A JOB AND PLACE TO LIVE IN CANADA, I’VE
DECIDED THAT THIS IS MY COUNTRY AND I NEED TO FIGHT FOR MY COUNTRY AND
STOP ANY AND ALL WHO BELIEVE THAT TRUMP IS THEIR PRESIDENT.  THE
PRESIDENT MUST BE STOPPED EVERYWHERE POSSIBLE AND THERE IS AN ARMY OF
TRUE AMERICANS LIKE ME WHO WILL ENSURE THAT IMMIGRANTS CAN LIVE AMONG
US, LGBT, PROGRESSIVES, PRO-CHOICE AND SO ON.  YOU WILL BE STOPPED,
SIR.  I CAN’T GIVE YOU NO STARS BUT I WOULD LIKE TO. TERRY, SEATTLE,
WASHINGTON.

TERRY.  I’M ENVISIONING A MAN AND A WOMAN ALMOST EQUALLY, HIDDEN
BEHIND A CARNIVAL MASK, PUNCHING VETERANS AT TRUMP RALLIES, STOPPING
CONSERVATIVE SPEAKERS FROM EXPRESSING THEIR CONSTITUIONAL RIGHT TO
FREE SPEECH ON COLLEGE CAMPUSES THAT RECEIVE GOVERNMENT FUNDS. WHEN
I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS WHOLE DOG AND PONY SHOW OVER WHETHER I SHOULD
BE IMPEACHED OR NOT, I’LL GO GET THAT FAT CHILD IN NORTH KOREA, PARADE
HIM AROUND WITH A BALL GAG AND THEN THROW HIM THE IN SAME PRISON
GENERAL NOREIGA LIVED IN SOME TWENTY YEARS AGO.  I HAVEN’T EVEN ROLLED
UP MY SLEEVES YET TO UNDO THE MESS DROPPED AT MY FEET.  DON’T GET IN
FRONT OF A TRAIN.  YOU CAN’T STOP IT OR SLOW IT DOWN BUT YOU CAN GET
MOWED OVER.  TRUMP IS  COMMANDER AND THE CHEF AND BELIEVE ME, YOU
WON’T WANT WHAT DADDY’S GOT COOKING.

“Good morning, Mr. President…  Yes, I should be in within the hour.
Tell me, sir…  What time did you go to sleep last night? 2:30 ish
eastern time?  Wow…  I don’t know how you do it, sir.  It’s not even
6am…  Sir, if you could mull this around before I get in and we can
discuss it further…  When you get back from oversees, we should really
plan an American road trip.  Visit the heartland.  Stir the base up.
Nuremburg style rallies with millions of supporters in cities like
Tulsa or Louisville.  Give it some thought, sir.  You’re at your best
when you’re surrounded by those that truly love you… “

A Republican Answer to Health Care

March 24, 2010

Guillaume Launtandresse was about as handsome a man as one could ever find in politics. He was a cross between Richard Gere and George Clooney. Guillaume went to Tulane as an undergrad and then received a law degree from the same school. Guillaume was a party boy of the first order and could be found just about anywhere in the French Quarter most nights. Guillaume had a knack for doing well with a minimal effort and breezed through law school without really trying. Guillaume served on the city council of Breaux Bridge, Louisiana then moved on to state and then onto national politics. Guillaume was well aware of his uncommonly good looks and his folksy way of speaking to the common man. It did not go unnoticed by reporters around the beltway that Guillaume had modeled himself strongly after Huey Long. And like Huey Long, the United States was ready to listen to a down to earth, tell it like it is type of candidate that seem to understand the common man more than anyone else around

“Now recently I have been hounded like a coon inna tree bout the health care bill. I been aksed back home… Guillaume, boy, watchu thank bout the health care re-form? And I tole the good people of my die-rect parish in Lou-see-ana how I see it… Y’all ready? Shore we got many Americans without health care at this minute and I hear the cost of health care rising bout three times as fast as inflation. Now y’all want what I call post office health care? You want the government to come in and do foh health care what they doing for every othah thang they involved with? Who here can tell me how many zeros they is in two trillion? Yo mind cain’t fathom the idea of numbers so dang high. Ain’t nothin in our everah day lives where you got to thank in terms of trillion. Now the government gone need at least that when that fully implemented. This gone drive private health care intah the grave and you left with post office health care. Who here trust the post office with they life? We live in the land of the free and pride our selves on freedom of choice. You bout to lose yo choice on this hare bill. Who hare love taxes? Come on y’all raise ya hands. They got to be one y’all out thare you love taxes. Now you must if y’for this hare bill. How you thank this gone be paid? Y’all wanna no how Imma vote? I thank you know, I thank you know well nuff.”

Guillaume had an approval rating of nearly 72% in his congressional district which is outstanding considering that republicans were held in such poor esteem by the nation as a whole. Guillaume had a wife and four children but was a supreme womanizer and that was well understood by those close to him. With midterm elections rapidly approaching, a former member of Guillaume’s harem stepped forward.

Susan was a young and impressionable girl as she had not yet turned of legal age when she had sent a picture of herself to Guillaume with a letter stating that she believed that he could one day be president of the United States. The young woman wasn’t as beautiful as she was youthful and vibrant. Guillaume was attracted to her innocence and her tight physique. What started out as listening to Susan’s political aspirations of making a difference in the world, eventually led to sex in limousines and adjoining hotel rooms and health spas in the New Mexico.

It was around 2004 that Susan became disenchanted with the Republican Party due to the fact that one of her cousins lost two legs to an IED in Iraq. Her cousin’s proud moment was going for a jog with President Bush on the two springs given to him in place of legs. Over the years, Susan began to not relish being the other woman or other, other woman as it were, in the life of Guillaume Launtandresse. Finding a female sexual partner that she was compatible with and adopting her liberal ideas ran counter to the patriotic, I believe in America, view point that Susan had been raised with. Martha, the partner of Susan had gone to Iowa twice for the straw poll in hopes of landing Dennis Kucinich in the White House. Martha actively petitioned people to have George W. Bush impeached. It was in Washington DC that Martha met Susan in front of a coffee shop. Martha had a Dutch Boy hair cut and political buttons all down her jacket as well as two earrings around her lower lip, painted on eyebrows, fishnet stockings stuffed with bowling pin legs inside Doc Marten combat boots. Martha’s hair was dyed bright orange. Susan had never met anyone quite like Martha in southern Louisiana. It wasn’t long before Susan and Martha moved in with one another and Susan became vehemently against the Republican Party, President Bush and Guillaume Launtandresse more that even Martha could muster.

Susan had told Guillaume off in an email that gave Guillaume a good chuckle. To Guillaume it was a lot of idealistic bullshit that was probably stuffed into her head from some college professor that was also banging her on the side. The gray bearded professor from the Vietnam era was probably explaining to her how Marxism could still work in the western world, while helping her off with her panties. Guillaume shook his head and hit the delete button and decided that when she was younger, tighter and less militant, she sure had been a swell gal. A few years passed without ever hearing from Susan and Guillaume had nearly forgotten all about her. Honestly. The email from Susan to Guillaume was devised by Martha after some frank discussion with Susan.

“Okay… You were fucking this asshole. This fucking pompous asshole with the perfect hair and smile. It makes my skin crawl to think that you and he were ever together. I don’t hold that against you because you were totally young and naïve. The thing that astounds me is that this asshole knew you had Lupus and kept fucking you without a rubber?” Asked Martha.

“I was on the pill and at the time I didn’t think the reactions I was having was from his penis. My body was rejecting his penis and I didn’t know it. We tried rubbers and that was even worse… Anyway, what’s your point?” Asked Susan.

“My point is that it is a fucking midterm election is coming up and that asshole looks like the next president to any yahoo that cries during the national anthem and believes that we are actually bringing democracy to places like Afghanistan. You contact that son of a bitch and tell him you need him to find a kidney donor quickly with his ties or that we will go to the Washington Post with the steamy details between him and a young girl seventeen years of age in bumble fuck Louisiana.”

“I dunno…”

“Fucking call him!”

Guillaume sat at his Washington DC desk looking out towards the Washington Monument and called in one of his advisors, a man named Saul from New York City who was as sharp as could be. Saul saw that Guillaume could really be the populist candidate to ride into the White House in 2012 and offered his services. Guillaume liked the shrewd little Jewish man with a strong Brooklyn accent. Guillaume dropped the dilemma at the feet of Saul.

“I’ve told you on more than one occasion that cameras are everywhere and it’s a matter of time before you’re gonna be crying in front of the goddamn cameras like Jimmy Swaggart. Pussy is an essential thing for the male species but pussy should never make you go blind? Am I reaching you, Billy? You have fucked your way into a corner. As things stand, you could die and still beat the Democratic candidate provided that your constituents believe that you are above board and honest. Now this nouveau bull dyke has come out with a gun to your head… Do you have a kidney to lend her in your closet? Do you, Billy? I don’t think so and now what? You’re gonna tell her that you don’t know anyone at the Mayo Clinic and she’s shit out of luck? No, Billy… We’ll be shit out of fucking luck. You are so goddamn close to being the next president without declaring it that it isn’t even funny. You are the Great White Hope. The country went with anything but that cadaver the Republicans put up in 08 but now you have emerged as the voice of the people. The only thing keeping you from the select few men to have ever run this nation is your goddamn pecker…”

Guillaume sat with his head in his hands listening to the small man with a nasal like voice; beat up on him for his indiscretions. Guillaume took his verbal beating like a man. Suddenly Saul stopped talking and smiled as if he had a vision of Jesus and that would have been something since he did not believe in Jesus. Guillaume looked up and saw Saul snapping his fingers and smiling.

“I’ve got it… I’ve fucking got it. You can thank me later with a cabinet position to Monaco… Here’s what we’re going to do…” said Saul.

Now Susan was happy to receive a kidney and not face death and dialysis indefinitely. Saul was able to smooth things out with the donation of Guillaume’s kidney and a few dollars in exchange for keeping quiet. Susan and Martha both agreed to hush. A beaming Saul stood off to the side at the press conference after the kidney donation. Guillaume handled it beautifully.

“Now many y’all thank that us Republicans are uncaring and selfish when it comes to this hare health care dee-bate. A woman wrote to me who was originally from my own parish in Lou-see-ana and tole me bout her necessity to find a kidney donor. Now this was a woman without health care nor a glimmah of hope of finding a kidney in time for her needs… I was touched by her story and got to thanking bout what we all kin do as Americans to help one another out in a time of need. We did it during the Great Depression and desperate times call for extreme sacrifice. Today this young woman in our nation’s capital lives and thrives with my kidney inside her. I don’t advocate that we all go giving our organs out to each other but ask what it is that we can do for one another so our dang country don’t try to step in and do it for us… God Bless America.”